Color me crazy.
A purple-passion-fruit color of crazy.
One with lines and deep imprints of
sanity.
With finger-trails of starlight
flowing out behind me, like moon dust.
I can still smell your skin.
I know what that feels like.
Color me fine.
A blue-indigo, kind of okay.
With fine veins of hurt
like precious gold in marble.
Worked through by knowing hands.
I can still feel your teeth.
I remember what they felt like.
I've memorized the sensation.

Color me,
in the spaces he left un-colored.
Find me,
in the places he left me damaged.
Break the marble
that he built around me and my wreckage.
Color me,
with your fingers, and your hands,
and your mouth, and your eyes.
Color me,
like a painting that you like to watch,
because he never watched.
Color my undulations and exaspirations.
Color my swelling and stretching and snap-backs.
Color me with you, Cover me with you.